I was a charlatan in India

Of course, Shenhe and Divinity were not debating without purpose; they were both trying to be the first to revive.

The golden Buddha's attack struck divinity, which was equivalent to striking Shenhe.

They all suffered the same harm, and only the power of faith can heal them.

Although their beliefs and values ​​are completely different, the divine power that believers return to acknowledge is the Kingdom of God.

Both Shenhe and humanity are the undisputed masters of that divine kingdom, and they are both qualified to compete for the power of asceticism to repair themselves.

Shenhe attempted to communicate and debate with the divine, hoping to cause some disruption.

The more I communicated, the more I felt that I was not a qualified deity.

If someone goes to a shrine to make a wish, they are definitely hoping for a deity that can grant their wish, rather than someone who will control them like their parents.

However, Shenhe's actions were not delayed at all; he was also desperately trying to seize the power of arduous cultivation.

Regardless, he still couldn't accept the divinity before him.

Especially after seeing how this guy arranged things for his followers, they regarded him as a born devil, irreconcilable.

Although they had no chance of winning in terms of ideology, they were actually neck and neck in terms of the speed at which they absorbed the power of asceticism.

These new forces are more pessimistic and resentful in nature.

Shenhe could clearly sense that these forces were filled with a suicidal obsession, hoping that the gods would overturn everything and start over.

Although he didn't know what was happening outside, he could guess most of it.

Most likely, it was the commands given after the birth of this divinity that were actually carried out.

He must quickly regain his strength, awaken first, and change everything.

This time, however, the erosion from the power of asceticism truly struck Shenhe's body, leaving him with no divinity to cut through.

It can be said that the current struggle is burning away Shenhe's sense of self.

He could only gamble that he could awaken before divinity before he lost himself, and try to cut off or suppress the other.

Then, he continued to blindly reform his followers, transforming himself into a relatively ideal god.

With the expansion and operation of the ascetic factory, a large amount of ascetic power poured into the space.

Upon seeing this, Shenhe and Shenxing both shut up and focused all their attention on snatching the cup of poisoned wine.

Amidst the divine struggle, the penitential ball game was also launched in Varanasi.

A high platform was erected near the temple of Shiva, and Surya's private soldiers repeatedly went up to explain the rules of football.

The content is very simple.

Each team has eleven players, and the team that scores more goals before the end of the match wins.

There are no rules like penalty kicks or free kicks, because Sullier simply doesn't understand them.

Aside from the fact that they're playing with durian, it's pretty much the same as the most basic, unregulated underground ball game.

However, this is enough to revitalize Varanasi.

"What tricks is young master Surrey up to now? Let's go see."

"Sigh, there's nothing new under the sun. We've lived this long, what haven't we seen..."

I've never seen anything like this before!

Hey, you know what, you really shouldn't say that!

Not to mention tourists, even the locals find it incredibly novel!

Twenty-two idiots vying to kick a durian—just thinking about it is exciting!

Travelers and pilgrims alike felt that this trip was absolutely worthwhile!

He wouldn't have believed it if someone else had told him it to him instead of him.

Seeing such a scene would be worth dying for!

So, how much does it cost to visit such an exciting event?

let me see……

free!?

Oh my God!

It's hard to believe that such a wild scene is free to watch!

Some businessmen immediately sensed the business opportunities within.

If we could sell something around here...

Even ordinary food items and chairs would have incredibly high sales volumes!

However, itinerant merchants from other places were the first to act, because local merchants dared not do it.

They were terrified that this was another of Young Master Surrey's schemes, a ploy to trick them into going into business, only to then bleed them dry one by one.

After all, he had just forced Dana to his death and forcibly arrested a large number of poor people. It sounded insane, and who knows who he might stab next.

Doing business?

I'm not stupid!

However, many small business owners still cannot resist the temptation.

Or rather, they couldn't handle the pressure.

After all, the losses from the Full Moon Festival had already left them struggling to make ends meet, let alone the goods and people they had taken.

Damn it, even if it's a trap, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and jump in!

For a time, visitors to Surrey and his various subordinate departments lined up in long queues.

Gradually, even the old businessmen couldn't sit still anymore.

This market is all about establishing a foothold. Once the business ecosystem is formed, without special opportunities, it's impossible to squeeze in even a little bit.

These small business owners could only do the peripheral businesses that the government looked down on; in a sense, they were working for the government for free.

Moreover, due to the suppression of the business district ecosystem, no matter how much they struggle, they cannot escape their grasp.

But this time the situation is different.

The bigger the businessman, the less likely he is to get involved.

If they manage to secure a place in the peripheral businesses related to football matches, then probably no one will be willing to work like slaves for them anymore.

The factory was already short of cattle and horses due to the hard work of repairing it. If these guys were allowed to rise in status, even small vendors might not be able to be exploited.

This won't do!

"We need to take action. Even if we don't invest too much in materials, we can't let those small vendors get started."

Inside the chamber of commerce, a group of wealthy merchants sat in a circle, with a Brahmin gentleman among them.

It was Vasudiv.

As Surya's handpicked successor to Dana, he naturally inherited Dana's empty shell.

Although his management skills were not great and he didn't have enough capital to revitalize the market, people regarded him as a spokesperson for Surrey, so they naturally wouldn't risk this trouble in the short term.

So despite the ups and downs, Dana's market share still nominally belongs to the Saraswati family.

The wealthy businessmen invited Vasudiv to discuss the matter, which was also an indirect way of testing Suliye's attitude.

If this young master is determined to stir up the market and force them to relocate, then everyone will probably have to figure out how to protect themselves.

After all, Dana's tragic state was right before their eyes, so they had to be cautious.

However, Vasudiv couldn't see any of this.

He has no idea about the intricacies of business dealings.

While religious families may also need to be cunning, it's on a completely different level from the business world.

It's important to understand that high castes come with inherent privileges.

Under the power of authority, many things are far simpler than imagined, but those who enjoy the convenience are often unaware of it.

Moreover, the external pressure they face on a daily basis is on a completely different level.

Without the king's permission, the Brahmins would not compete fiercely for territory among themselves, as it would be pointless.

If you don't want to rebel, the king can order you to return the territory you've seized with a single word.

The only things they did were to exploit their followers and manage their internal affairs.

The cutthroat environment of a marketplace, where competition is fierce, is simply beyond Vasudiv's capabilities.

But the businessmen couldn't figure out the situation and just assumed that Vasudiv was being calm and cautious.

As expected of a partner of the Gupta family, their work is impeccable and meticulous!

This difference stems from class perception and is almost impossible to avoid.

Why not eat meat porridge?

Vasudiv sipped his tea, adopting an air of superiority and a smug smile, as he looked at the wealthy businessman discussing the matter.

These Vaishyas are such nagging old women, their mouths are full of the stench of money.

Sigh, really, that's such a narrow-minded view.

No wonder they can only be reborn into a low caste.

I still need to find a spokesperson to take over this mess, otherwise, if I hang out with these lowlifes for too long, I'll lose my mind.

He felt completely unable to fit in, and had no intention of fitting in, only feeling as if he were looking down on a group of mediocre ants.

Gee...

Scumbag!